Megan Gets Taped

 

"This has amazing possibilities," I said.

"If you say so. It looks big, but if you take away the areas along the sides where the ceiling slopes down it's not as big as all that."

Jacob was big. He had broad shoulders and was tall. So I got what he meant. We were in the attic of my family's house. It was a big space, but the ceiling - which was the roof - sloped down sharply at the sides.

"Well, I can put low shelves and chests along the side walls and use them for storage. Once we add a fireplace there against the chimney I can put a sofa there. The bed will go at the far end near that little window - which we'll make a lot bigger."

"You need insulation."

He looked up at the bare ceiling above. The insulation was in the floor underneath our feet, which was partly why the attic was as hot as hell in summer and as cold as hell in winter.

"How come they say hot as hell and also cold as hell?" I asked rhetorically.

"Because they don't have much imagination? Or maybe hell is whatever you hate worst."

The attic was awfully dusty. There were a few things stored up here, but given we had a large basement and the lack of climate control up here the attic was mostly empty.

"I don't know how you're expecting to get a sofa up those narrow stairs," Jacob said. "You might have to settle for a futon or something."

The narrow staircase was another reason not much had gone up here.

"I'm sure you can manage," I said, ignoring his look of mock outrage.

I walked further along, going over to the far window.

"This place is making me sweat and we've only been up here two minutes," I complained.

"Hmm, hot sweaty Megan," he said, his arms going around me and his hands cupping my breasts.

I made a face and pulled free.

"It's too hot for fooling around."

"It's never too hot for fooling around," he replied.

Which was basically the outlook of every guy I'd ever known so I couldn't really blame him. It was the way they were.

"This is gonna cost a lot," he said.

"Not that much. We can do a lot of the work, like insulating the roof, well, the walls, and putting in drywall."

"We can't knock out a window and replace it. And I don't know shit about fireplaces."

"I have an uncle who works for a fireplace store. He'll do the fireplace and also run a duct that joins up with the house's air ducts downstairs."

"I hope you're not paying him the same way you're paying me."

I slapped his chest. He meant sex, naturally.

"That's not payment. That's just the benefit you get from making me happy. So you better make me happy."

"Take your clothes off and I'll make you happy right here."

He grabbed my ass and swung me around and in against him.

"Not with my parents downstairs," I exclaimed.

He already had my head cupped and a moment later his lips crushed mine.

I pushed against his chest, but not hard. He was a fairly new boyfriend and I hadn't trained him yet. These demonstrations of manly strength he had a habit of making were odd and disconcerting. I admired his body. He was, of course, way, way stronger than me and could do anything he wanted to me if he wasn't worried about consequences.

But that was a realization I had about every boy I'd ever dated. You get used to it. Sure he was stronger than most guys I'd known but all of them were stronger than me. I still figured out ways to keep them in check. Of course, he was a better kisser than most, so I didn't mind it so much, especially when we were alone.

He was also less clumsy than most jock types and he didn't tend to treat my breasts like sponges that needed all the liquid squeezed out of them. He was still a bit... enthusiastic, though.

I let him kiss me for long seconds as his fingers dug into my butt through my sweatpants and felt a flickering sexual arousal. He released my head and his hand came up to cup and squeeze my breast - something he never seemed to grow tired of.

Granted, I have great breasts, but it still bemuses me how fascinated boys are with them. To me, they were just these annoying fleshy lumps - at least when I was younger - which served no purpose but making it difficult to wear tops, and got me way more embarrassing attention than I wanted.

The admiration did eventually make me kind of proud of them, especially as I compared them with that of the girls on the internet and in movies. Even being self-critical, as I usually am, mine looked just really nicely shaped and the perfect size.

Certainly, Jacob adored them.

I pushed back at his chest, then slapped it, and he got the message and backed off. He had an erection, though. I saw it pushing against the inside of his jeans.

"It's too hot in here. Let's go downstairs," I said.

He made a pouty face and pointed at his crotch.

"No way," I said firmly. "It's too dusty, dirty, and hot."

"It's your fault," he said.

"How is it my fault?" I demanded indignantly.

"For being so sexy."

I snorted and shook my head. We headed down the narrow staircase, which had two turns, one at the top, about four stairs down, and another at the bottom at the door.

"Maybe if we sawed the sofa in half, lengthwise," he said.

"Maybe we'll hoist it up by a rope or something once we open the wall up."

We reached the second floor and I sighed in relief as the cool air hit me. The door was in the corner where the hallway turned. To the right was my little brothers', the twins. The noisy twins, I called them. Further down that way was my (small, inadequate) room. To the left was another bedroom with my parents and past that another small bedroom for guests.

Oh and the bathroom which was right before the back stairs.

I was going to go down the front stairs but Jacob put his hand around me and pulled me on, and I figured we were headed for the back stairs, but instead he brought me into the bathroom.

"Jacob!" I hissed.

"No one is up here," he said, closing the door and locking it.

The bathroom was long and slender. There was a tub on the right, a counter across from it, and past them was a shower stall and across from that the toilet.

"But - !"

He pushed me down to my knees in front of the counter and jerked his pants down in almost the same motion. His cock sprang up thick and hard and long, and robbed my exasperated protest of much heat. He really did have a great cock.